wise man says

only fools...

kim demis?

l'amour, c'est tellement simple
st. juste

happy paris waits

i sit and think, think and sit
on the roof of notre dame
one day he will come
with a cigarette, lit,
i will no longer have to rhyme
having exhausted my time

yol

kimse yok mu?

precious

a gift
of height
of remembering raw fear
of not falling asleep
of not falling
but constantly moving
of the first baby steps
looking ahead

you lift me with something new

(the odin continues to give. I have been on stilts.)

robert frost'tan

Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?


A Dream Pang

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

annanemin bavulu

to

hang

your

hat

to

reach

home

the cave

when i am laid, am laid in earth

may my wrongs create no trouble

no trouble in thy breast

remember me remember me

but forget my fate

şapka

to
travel
means
to
have
a
hat

l'alma prende fuego

ben oturayım

sen anlat

sır sırta verelim

unutalım

kim demiş

sen hep bana bak

ben sana pek bakmayayım

öyle göz ucuyla ancak

doksan dokuz gece beklemiş

sonra gerçekten gitmiş

dönmeden arkama

ben tramvay olayım

sen kal

ben zil çalayım

sen kulak kabart

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